I want to ask him to hug me.
I want to tell him how much I missed him.
But I won’t.
Because he doesn’t remember me.
And he’s not my Nathan anymore.
TWO
NATE
Fucking hell, this woman is a damn knockout.
Her hand trembles in mine, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and placing my other hand on the back of hers.
I’ve seen it before, the starstruck behavior. And I’ve learned to ignore it, because by not addressing it, no one ends up embarrassed.
So when her wide blue eyes blink up at me, I pretend not to see the sheen of tears.
She must be a superfan.
I give her hand another shake before I let go.
Her hair is a deep shade of red, pulled back into a high ponytail, and I want to wrap my hand around it.
I clear my throat.
I’m a thirty-seven-year-old man. Not a creeper.
I will not pop a boner standing in my friend’s doorway.
Maddox’s doorway.
If this woman in front of me is one of Hannah’s friends, Maddox will kill me if I try to fuck her.
The woman steps back, pulling the door open wider.
She doesn’t say anything, but I take the silent invitation and follow her inside.
When she moves behind me to shut the door, I glance over my shoulder, wanting to get a look at her body without her noticing.
My glance turns into a stare.
I have to resist lifting my fist to my mouth, wanting to bite my knuckle to stifle a groan, because good lord below, I’m going to hell for the things I’m willing to do to get my hands on that fucking ass.
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Is she the type of woman who’s into butt stuff?
With a body like that, she fucking should be.
Her ass is thick. And grabbable. And I bet it would jiggle if I smacked it.
The woman turns around, and before I can notice anything else, I notice the apron.
My grin grows.